Lo que no se ve

Some hands, some sheets, a way to make the bed. This book is not a childhood book, it is the book of a man who still has the look of a child. A man who has made contemplation a vehicle to return to what matters, the primal, the sacred, love, after all: "Every day I walk to the sheet of paper and extract what does not die, a little of eternal life, any moment where love breaks in. " Reading Montiel is like entering one of those landscapes that overwhelm the gaze due to its beauty, that silence and illuminate the understanding. Its pages constitute shelters, they reconcile us with life and offer us hope in the face of disenchantment. This book should be, will be -as the previous ones already were- an eternal companion on our journey, a beacon illuminating that "darkness that knows how to find us", a guide that corrects our steps by slowing them down, indicating where and how we should look. Today more than ever this is a necessary book.